Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-09-03


Dickey : = f1hculars IN s>nrsss IN, tn,
on Americans, even if they be true, for il
brings the nation into disrepute, but hold
70 the contrary and will proceed with another
The cemetery at Milan, which. by the wav
b q very handsome one, is called. as in all
italian cities, ''Csmpo Snnto" C.'Camp of the
Saints," Dickey says it means,. and every
body who goes to Milan gets out to see It,
The day we were there we met an American
lady wearing q diamond ring on the outside
Of her glove an very willing to talk with
out the forinalty of an Introduction
What an umbrsgeous spot this is" she
said to me after . few questions Of identid-
cation.
brageous meant and wondering if she signed
Boston" after her name on the register.
Beautiful" She continued: with the excep-
ton of the one at Genoah, think this the
handsomest Sancho Panza in Italy."
concurred with great unanmity. and
turned away TO prevent Dickey from choking
TO death on handkerchief she had stuffed
into her mouth
But this is hardly a narration Of travel,
and right on the heels, too. Of a trip from
Como 70 Pallanza. than which for a days
journey there can be none more variouslv
beautiful in all the realm OF nature. II l
could transfer patch Of this portion of Italy,
about 100 miles square, 10 some point in Penn
sylvania, equi distant from New York and
Philadelphia, and have the copyrigh. secured
for five years for excursion privileges, I'd
have enough money at the expiration Of the
time to live like Pullman palace car porter
We doat through a picture for the first
twenty-five miles on Lake Como: then by
rail far up the mountains to the clouds. and
down again to Lake Lusano: then by steamer
between the shadows Of the grim gray
mountain past little villages sleeping by the
water side; thence rail again through gorges
where tossing, tireless stream throws silver
lace on every leaf and flower that dares to
show its colors on the rocks, and last We
skim along Maggiore's dark green waves,
whose deep foundation stones lie full Z, 900
feet below the level of the sea and
Eat q table d'hote at Pallanza painted
red by an Italian sunset" interrupted
Dickey, looking over my shoulder
In the soft twilight. accompanied by a
nightingale in the oleander trees by the shore,
I listened TO Dickey in rapturous girly elo-
Quence telling a Baltimore newspaper man Of
the beauty Of the Italian lakes. and just about
the time thought three might be crowd.
and had given my skirts a preparatory shuf-
fie previous to quietly stealing away, she
asked him how Lake Como had received its
name. This was i'll the nature Of the dry de
tails OF historico- geography. so to speak, and
! remained TO CLEAN a fact or two.
1T is a pretty story, but a tragic one, :" he
said, fixing himself in All easy position, "and
l shall only be too glad to tell it TO you.
Away back yonder, before the mountains
were gray. there lived in a castle OH the
shores Of the lake at u narrow point the
Count Trattoria Albergo, a nobleman, rich
and powe ful His daughter, Meroeria, q
lovely girl of Is soft Italian summers, was his
only comuanion. although their associa-
ton could scarcely he called companionship,
for he WA dark and stern, and she was all
light and sweetness The count was an am
bItious man and lie had a long cherished de
sire that his daughter should ally herself in
marriage TO the great Louise Of Calzioeria,
and the two families thereby form q combina
ton which would lie well nigh invulneraile.
But Merceria, woman like, was willful, and
instead OF thinking of the pomp and panoply
Of state, and tue contamination of lofty am
Lition, she had let her young heart, all unfet-
tered. so rambling over the green hills about
the lake, and on the farther shore a young
herdsman. Henrico Dobenichino, had placed
il forever in thrall
"And Nerceria was happy
But her father knew it not
Day after day. as the sun went down il
is golden bed 10 rest and the long shadows
stretched their arms across the lake. Merceria
came to her trysting place near the shore and
called across the waters " Heurico, and Hen
ricv alwayS csm-